Going Wild

The older I get, the more I curl into nature, like a song bird in the hollow of a tree, feeling every gust of wind, yet always prepared to avert danger.  It’s as if I’m already becoming part of the earth, in spirit, if not, in fact.  Yet, I’m not decomposing.  It’s quite the opposite;…

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False Spring

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.” Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast